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My Dream
Ah, I remember the day,
When they had to say,
“We are seven thousand miles away…”
We were voyaging on one of the ships,
And I had that word of home on my lips,
Every day and every night…
I was a little afraid…
But the fear did fade,
At my perception of the footloose fishes,
Waggling, leaping, playing…
But again the fear fomented when the waves hit,
And our ship shook and jolted a little bit…
It was the fifty-third day,
When the weather was falling bad,
I was then feeling sad,
For I shouldn’t have left my adorable abode…
The sun did not shine,
The weather was really not fine…
The dark clouds were forming,
Turning night of a day.
The portent was of a storm,
A very catastrophic storm…
The clouds were somber,
And the sea violent,
The wind was blazing,
And the sails seemed ripping…
Our hearts were of course throbbing,
With fear of coming catastrophe…
But the destiny had it,
Meeting of a storm was in our fate…
The sails were ripped by the smiting wind,
And so we had no sails to gybe…
But still the waves weren’t ordered to rip our ship,
And we were fortunate for the storm passed away,
And our ship now did not sway…
The wind abated,
And we all thanked God…
But I still felt the presage of the omens…
I don’t know how, it was enigmatic…
It was now late in the night,
And our ship moving slowly without the sails…
Enervated by the storm…
I was standing on the deck,
Contemplating the horizon…
Relieved by the fear of the storm but still…
I had a feeling…
I heard someone call me,
And I turned to look at,
But not a soul was there…
And when I turned back…
Oh God …
I stood aghast…
What was it…
A tongue of a dreadful, huge monster…
Ready to swallow us…
It was a Cyclopean wave…
Touching the dark and somber sky…
It was the end of our voyage…
But it was only a dream or a nightmare…
Hope it doesn’t turn true, DV...
